Art is a good way of de-stressing

Let me show you all my dream house.

Close-up
Remember those days?

When we were young,

We used to pick up anything

We could find and

draw on anything we saw?

And whenever we were told to draw,

I always drew my dream house,

or a garden,

with bees and butterflies.

I'd pay attention to the details on the wings,

and made sure their bodies are properly segmented,

and coloured them in the most brightest colour

I can get within my reach.

My house would always look like this,

brightly coloured,

sun,

birds,

double-storey,

trees, with apples

sometimes, with fence,

a pathway,

a chimney,

(where I'd hope for Santa to come down with presents).

No neighbours,

no lifts,

no nothing that could make me pissed.

Do you remember?

Those days?

When we were young

and innocent,

happy and excited,

and we

know nuts about the world.

The education system which made

every student wanting to prison-break,

The studying life with

no social life,

The working life with

no dating life.

The IT life with

no outdoor life.

The life, that

didn't really seem like a Life.

Do you remember the days

when we were young and innocent?

I do.

this looks like a poem, but it's NOT. im just bored.

Oh, want to meet moi new friends? I show you their pictures. (:

(:

what, i'm just expanding my social circle.